Sunday, May 22, 2016

“This is utter bullshit! I didn’t do anything!” That’s all I could say as they cuffed me. It was all a manner of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I’ve stolen cars and cash, but I’m no murderer! I ain’t kill nobody. If it wasn’t for that corrupt asshole of a cop I would be home with my girl and my kid right about now.

“Hey get your ass up boy and stop daydreaming! We’re here.” the man chained to me said. I think his name is Mark. Yeah that’s it.

We were booked, searched, and thrown in our cages with no time to spare. The thought of spending my life in this hell hole made me wish I was dead. That cop should have shot me! Well at least my cellmate isn’t that asshole I was chained to.

Speaking of cell mates….

*cough cough*

“Well who the hell are you? You look like shit!”

“The name’s Gunner. I feel like shit. And who the hell are you?“

"The name’s Vince. You got the flu or something?”

“Nah man. I don’t know what this is…. it’s…it’s killing me.” he said barely able to speak.

“Well keep that to yourself man. I ain’t about to get that.”

The man look like he was knocking on death’s door. Pale, bloodshot eyes, and the gambit. I stayed close to the bars just to get away from him. Eventually I fell asleep on my bunk after lunch. The guards dropped Gunner off after a trip at the infirmary sometime during the night. It was hard to sleep in place like this, but the sick dude really had me on edge. When morning came I was feeling like crap, but spending a night in the pen would do that to anyone I guess.

“Hey Gunner my boy. You feel better? Gunner?”

Silence. I got up from my bunk wondering if the guy was still asleep or dead. I stood over him surveying him. He skin seem even paler and blood streaked his pillow. “Was he dead?” I wondered to myself. Then the guy started groaning.

“Hey man you alright?”

His eyes popped open, but his eyes had rolled in the back of his head and blood dripped from them. He looked dead. Then he looked at me and began walking towards me.

“Guard? Guard?! Gunner’s sick…..something wrong with him…..HELP!” I screamed and screamed while I fought off Gunner. He pushed me up against the bars biting at me. I pushed him away long enough to make my escape to the other side of the cell all while screaming for the guard. Finally their lazy asses came.

“Hey cut that out you two!” one of them said laughing under his breath. “Don’t make me come in there.”

“Yeah quit playing around guys.” the other guard shouted.

Gunner’s attention seemed to shift then. He walked over to the guards slowly as one of them leaned on the bars. As the guard tuned his head to talk to his co-worker, Gunner bit right into his arm.

The guard fell to the floor thrashing around in pain while the other guard got out his taser. I didn’t stay around long enough to watch, because all hell seem to break loose then around the jail and I made a break for it with the injured guard’s keys. Whatever this virus was was making it’s way through the prison.

When I got outside, I ran right into a sick prison guard. She was like Gunner, but worse. Her skin had wounds all over it and she smelled like a corpse. She cornered me reaching out for me. I fell trying to get away from her. Then as she came closer biting at my hands and feet, I heard a gunshot.

I looked up. The guy I was chained to stood before me. Mark. He smiled and threw me a gun. “Time to get out of here. The dead are walking and the shit has officially hit the fan!” he said sounding pretty freaking happy considering.

I just smiled and nodded thanking my lucky stars he had showed up. The dead chick was pretty strong for being dead and all.

We made our way around the corner towards what Mark called “the perfect exit” till we heard another familiar voice.

“Stop right there!”

I looked over to see the same damn cop who arrested me pointing his gun at us. I looked over at my new “friend” and he mouthed the words “Get rid of him.” I looked over at the cop again and I could see the dead right behind him reaching out to get a taste.

Sunday, May 8, 2016

“Holy shit! What time is it?” I found myself saying as I wiped sleep from my eyes. I had slept over my best friend’s house after yet another fight with my dad and his evil wife. We argued about the same stupid thing. Money, moving, and video games. Like a broken record. It was annoying as hell.

“Wake up sleepy head.” I said throwing my pillow at her. She didn’t move. “Well dibs on the bathroom. Sleep away loser.” I continued sticking my tongue out.

I was sure she would move then, but she remained still as ever. I didn’t bother her anymore after that. She had been ill lately, so maybe she was sleeping it off. Either that or she was still hungover from the night before. I didn’t waste much time thinking about it. I had to hurry and get home before my parents noticed I snuck out again. I swear I’m in my 20′s, but they still treat me like a child!

So I took a piss, made sense of my hair, and hurried back to the room to put my jeans on. That’s when I saw Naomi was up.

“Finally you’re up. About damn time dummy.” I said giggling watching her from the door way. She took one look at me with a glazed expression and she made the most awful shrieking sound.

“Naomi? Watching too many zombie movies have we? Take that crap off and stop joking around. I gotta go.”

She shrieked again staring right at me and then she moved towards me in a slow gait. I stared at her trying to make sense of the behavior, but my instincts seem to kick in immediately as I watch blood trickle down from her nose and eyes. I backed away quickly and slammed the door in her face. I listened as she bumped into it and began scratching at it.

“This is a joke right?” I yelled half frightened and half hopeful.

She didn’t answer.

“Well uncle did warn me of this one day, but this is only suppose to happen in the movies!”

I stood there holding on to the door trying to figure out my next move. Then I finally let it go and ran down the hallway to the stairs. When I reached the bottom I ran into the kitchen hoping to see Naomi’s mom alive and well, but I was too late to save her. She was also “zombiefied”

I screamed and grabbed the nearest thing. A frying pan. I struck her with it, but the blow seem to just anger her more.

I dodged and ducked running into the living room moving towards the front door.

“Shit!” I mumbled when I turned the knob. Only Naomi and her mom had the key to let me out. I cursed under my breath as mom came towards me. I looked over at the fireplace and made a run for what was on the manor. A katana sword sat above the fireplace. Their family heirloom. I grabbed it and took the blade out.

Then I swung it at her splitting her open. I gagged and turned around just in time to Naomi. I swung again missing her and then I rammed the blade into her head. Our eyes met for a brief second before she collapsed to the floor.

I cried out as tears fell from my eyes. I took the sword out of her head and lifted again the blade striking my best friend’s mom putting her out of her misery.

I grabbed the keys from her robe pocket and let myself out. It was a bit chilly as I was quickly reminded I was still in my underwear, but I didn’t have the heart to go back for my clothes. I couldn’t look at their bodies. I just couldn’t. So I made my way across the street to my house. The streets were eerily empty. No corpses or humans. “Is this the apocalypse or am I dreaming? I wondered. Nothing seem real anymore.

I made it to the front door and into the hallway. The crimson red of blood met my eyes as I looked down at the floor. I shivered thinking of my family and started to call out for them when I heard voices. I hid in the closet near by and listened as the voices came closer. Then I saw they were soldiers.

I remained quiet as they talked, but something else caught my eye. My step-mom coming towards them bloody and dead. She reached out for them moaning, but then stopped as if something else caught her attention. She turned around and started walking towards the closet! I ready my blade trying to remain calm. As I got ready to strike gunshots rung out and she fell right in front of the door.

“Damn nice shot!” one of the soldiers said.

“Hell yeah. The bitch went down hard!” his comrade answered back.”But it’s too bad cutie here was a zomb. Looks like she was a good piece of ass” the other one joked crudely. They both laughed.

I shook my head. “Great! These’s no way I’m trusting these shitheads!”

“I think this neighborhood is clear of the living. Just got one more house to check. We’re probably find that girl that guy was talking about. Andrea? Arty? Whatever…probably dead anyway.”

“Dad?! He’s alive?” I thought feeling waves of relief and shock.

“Get ready to head out to the safe zone men!” another voice yelled from outside.

“Well this is unexpected! I’ve seen enough movies to know that places like the “Safe zone” never stay safe for long, but what if dad is there? No dad’s not stupid. He would head south to my uncle’s doom day bunker. Crazy old fart, but he predicted this crap! Hmmm….I guess I should get some pants first before I decide.”

Decision: Head out to the Safe Zone with the soldiers or go to Uncle’s doom day bunker?

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